Googles thoughts on me

A little meme thing I stole off facebook because, as usual, i am procrastinating.

Q. Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] says" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] does" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] asks" in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] likes " in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] eats " in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] wears " in Google search.
Q: Type in "[your name] was arrested for" in Google Search.
Q: Type in "[your name] loves" in Google Search.

write the most amusing results not the first one that came up... enjoy.

A: Sophie needs to study. (HA!)
A: Sophie looks like Alice?!
A: Sophie says 'All you need is love'
A: Sophie wants a bone. (LOL - there were a lot of funny ones for this)
A: Sophie does downward dog.
A: Sophie hates THE WELSH. (and that is somewhat true!)
A: Sophie asks: What is Positive Psychology?
A: Sophie likes cake. A lot. (that's exactly how it is on google lol)
A: Sophie eats weed stems.
A: Sophie wears her crown napkin ring.
A: Sophie was arrested after showdown with ex..
A: Sophie loves to hula at the luau.

BOREDOM

I. Am. So. Bored. I'm meant to be writing a critical summary of an article, which is due in tomorrow. I know it won't take me long, but i can't be bothered. It's a Monday night and everyone else is out drinking, and i might as well be there too cos i'm not actually getting any work done.

I am insanely bored, crazy, madly bored. Its too much! I can't be bothered, i just want the uni year to be over!

I'm going to get back to avoiding my article on cognitive complexity and attentional control. Yay.

Something else that annoyed me last night..

Ok, so i wasn't in a good mood last night. My gf promised she would come see me and she didn't. Breaking promises isn't something that goes down well with me. Then i started thinking about the ex bla blaa..

Then T, oh T. I love her, she's my best friend and she's like a baby sister to me. I've always been there for her, whenever she's drunk and passed out her friends bring her to me and i spend the rest of my evening nursing her until it's time to go home. Now Moby's coming to Malta in the summer, and tickets are on sale now. I'm not there to buy a ticket obviously, so i asked T if she could buy me one and i'd pay her back when i got home in June. She said she wouldn't be able to pay for more than one, so i should transfer my money to her and then she'd buy it for me. Fair enough. But yesterday (now remember, i'm 19, i'm hormonal, i was already angry, and even though it seems like an overreaction, it was just a number of things that annoy me) i was on facebook, and i noticed she wrote on His wall (Read my Dear Good Friday post to read all about T and Him) telling him she'd buy him a ticket to Moby. Eugh i'm such a baby.

Waterworks

I'm really stressing out at the moment, i have so much uni work to do but there doesn't seem to be any time. I want to have a life and still manage to do my work, but cos i've been home for 2 weeks i've done fuck all and now i'm feeling really stressed, the kind that makes my heart feel like it isn't strong enough and my lungs feel like they're not taking in enough oxygen. That plus my hormones means i started crying about half an hour ago and now i cant stop. Plus i'm worrying about my finances, cos i've had 2 weeks off work so i'm going to have 2 weeks with no pay cheque. Brilliant. Plus it also means i'll have to work more hours to make up for it, which means less time to do my 7 lovely assignments. I also want to spend time with J cos i'm coming back home in June and i won't see her till July.. There isn't any time to do anything!!

Add to that my terrible procrastination habit and i stand no chance.

The few days when i hate being a girl

I'm freezing, i have a splitting headache, and at any point i may start crying, for no reason. Yep, it's that time of the month. My head is throbbing, and i am waiting in fear of the inevitable cramps. Plus no matter how much i wash, i always feel filthy. And not the good kind of filthy.

If i could get rid of this one week every month (while obviously still keeping the ability to have kids one day) then my life would be perfect.

The joy of having "nothing" to do

I have spent the day doing absolutely fuck all. I've been on the internet about 90% of the time and have sat in front of the tv for exactly 99% of the time (i took the dogs out for about 10 minutes). For the past two hours I've intended to have a bath, but literally cannot be bothered, even though I really can't wait to have one. We only have a shower in halls, so i'm going to have at least one bath a day while i'm at home. I don't actually have anything to do. I haven't finished that essay that i was meant to finish before i came back, but i've put that off till this evening. Plus i should be reading/researching/preparing notes for all my other crappy assignments. But i'm home! And i haven't been here for 3 months, so i'm making the most of it.

I'm looking forward to tomorrow. I'm going out to lunch in the sunshine with all my friends. Well, all the important girl friends. We've known each other since school, since we were 13 at least (some even longer). So much has changed since then! One of my best friend's has a baby boy who's 5 months old now. Haven't seen him since christmas obviously and she's sent me some photos and he just looks so chubby and cute and i can't wait to see him tomorrow! Plus most of my friends don't know i have a girlfriend. Well hardly anyone in Malta knows i have a girlfriend. But that's another story and another post about how chicken I am to tell everyone.

When I came back for christmas we hadn't even been together for 2 months so I didn't really think about it too much. I told a couple of people and it felt great, but i didn't worry too much. Now we've been together for almost six months, we've just said the L word and I can't actually stop thinking about her. So it would be good to have the guts to tell everyone about her. The only thing is, I haven't even come to terms with the fact that i may be gay, in my mind i'm bisexual at least, so at least i have my options open. My brother's room is right next to door to my mum's and we were in there yesterday just after i got back. He was calling me a lesbian and it felt really strange! I think i need longer than 5 months to come to terms with it..